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Sep. 2nd, 2005 09:26 amI don't understand so much of this. We're the richest country in the world, and we can't do drops of food and water to these people? We can't airlift troops into the city to stabilize the looting and sniping? We did drops in Berlin after the war--WTF? This is not a third world country; this is America. Why the hell isn't FEMA doing more? This is unbelievable; I've literally felt this week as though I were dreaming. This can't be happening. It can't be happening.
I was talking to my mother last night--as hard as this is for me, it's worse for her. She went to college in New Orleans. She met my father there. She gave birth to my brother Bart there. She spent the first few years of her married life there. They lived on Tchapitoulas Street, and she said she had a hard time making cakes because they would come out crooked (New Orleans is on such squashy ground, some of the buildings are crooked). "So," she said brightly, "I made pies instead!" (My mother is famous for her pies--her chocolate cream pie is so good, my dad requested the recipe years after their not-cordial-divorce for his restaurant.)
I haven't talked to Bart yet. I can't imagine how he's feeling.
I was talking to my mother last night--as hard as this is for me, it's worse for her. She went to college in New Orleans. She met my father there. She gave birth to my brother Bart there. She spent the first few years of her married life there. They lived on Tchapitoulas Street, and she said she had a hard time making cakes because they would come out crooked (New Orleans is on such squashy ground, some of the buildings are crooked). "So," she said brightly, "I made pies instead!" (My mother is famous for her pies--her chocolate cream pie is so good, my dad requested the recipe years after their not-cordial-divorce for his restaurant.)
I haven't talked to Bart yet. I can't imagine how he's feeling.
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Date: 2005-09-02 02:55 pm (UTC)Why didn't this happen Wednesday?
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Date: 2005-09-02 03:11 pm (UTC)